Z: Please don't ride your bike to work today! It makes me really nervous thinking that you're going to fall off and do yourself in. N: All right, I won't if it makes you so nervous.Z: And don't wear StupidShoes that will make you fall over and break your ankle.N: I will wear my sneakers for my Walk To Work. Are you happy now?Z: Yes.

And to follow the narrative to its natural conclusion, as I was briskly walking to work with my Sensible Shoes planted firmly on the pavement it came to pass that I strode past a chicken shop on Harrow Rd in front of which someone had been chucking grease. And when this Dodgy Karmic Goo encountered the innocent sole of my trainer I went flying with the end result that I did in my back.

Alas, due to the Lodger Within, I have been unable to indulge in my usual remedies of HOT! baths and enough medications to tranquilise a horse. Threfore I spent the night alternating between whimpers and swear words and today being off work thanks to my inability to walk or sit (although thankfully I can still manage to lie in bed wrapped in kittens and reading Livejournal). Laptops save the day! And when applied to the hurtyness of one's lower back kittens work almost as well as Deep Heat cream.

To distract myself and to entertain you with something besides a litany of my woes i shall now post some pictures from Belize: